It was early morning in the forest.
A time that I usually wasn't in the woods,
but this day was different.
I woke up energized and ready to go out.
My mission that day wasn't clear,
but I was ready to accomplish it anyway.
So, I got ready, and I was out.
The fresh snow crunched beneath my boots as I went along.
My footprints behind me wrote a statement that I had been there,
And later might become a trail.
The woods were a paradox.
They seemed familiarly unfamiliar.
Forever changing yet constantly the same.
The forest is a mystery many never figure out,
But that day it was an old friend.